#probably overdramatic

“Phillip!” You scramble from the trunk to the ground, skittering across the sand to the motionless body.

“Don’t touch me.” The body whispers with the tiniest sound. He was playing. You continue crying, hands hovering over his back. You turn to face who you think are the Albanians, to find that Mike has single handedly fought off the three men, and you watch one grab onto a gun. Springing for him, you tackle the gunman, the pistol misfiring in the tussle and shooting you in the upper thigh. Grunting in pain, you add another mental chalk tick to your tally board. Your elbow digs into his chest, pinning him to the ground before you bash his forehead with the butt of a buck knife from his hip.

“Easy Rin, it’s over.” Phillip lifts you away from the body as gently shakes the knife from your hand; he lets it fall onto the earth, sand coating the bloody handle.

“Phillip, I-” He gives another calming shush, hand putting pressure on your thigh and putting you in the passenger’s seat of his truck, letting Mike slide you to tuck between the two of them. “I think I’ve lost too much,” you breathe deeply and getting very dizzy. “blood.” And with that you fall against Phillip while he whips into the parking lot of the local emergency room and sprints you inside.

“She was kidnapped. She lost a lot of blood. Call Harold Jensen.” He states calmly, almost as though he’d rehearsed it. They put in a call to the Captain and he arrives as you’re in for surgery. “Three Albanians kidnapped her. Mike’s little sister. And when they did, they beat her, she’s covered in bruises and cuts, she was shot in the thigh fighting off one of them, but she’s gonna survive. They’re all dead. Except one. He got out. Find him. Or they find the bumper.” He threatens, raising an eyebrow. Of course Harold knew he was referring to the bumper of his wife’s car that was used in a hit and run on the mountain.

“Parker?” Calls a doctor standing at the door. Phillip and Mike spring to action, following him to the room to find you sitting up happy, a smile on your bruised face.

“Rin, ya little brawler.” He gives a soft chuckle as his arms wrap gently around you in happiness; glad to be able to do so.

“You okay Rin?” Mike asks, watching in awkwardness as Phillip coos over you.

“I’m good. You okay?” You ask, finding it comforting to have your two favorite people cooing over you. “Phillip, stop. I’m fine.” You laugh, pawing at his shoulders to get him off you.

“Phillip, she said off.” Mike growls, grabbing his arm and yanking it away. All in a quick motion, Phillip has Mike against the wall, forearm against his throat.

“Mikey, we’ve been dating for almost two years, you didn’t know the whole time. Don’t ever try that shit again.” He growls, turning his attention back to you, watching you laugh at Mike’s shocked expression.

“Sorry, Mike. I didn’t know how you’d react.” You watch as the fear dissolves into anger, Mike’s face turning a crimson color as he starts towards Phillip.

“Not here. You go calm down and then we’ll talk. Go.” He growls, pointing to the door. Mike stalks out, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d react like that.” You coo, looking into his eyes.

“It’s alright. I’d get mad if the roles were reversed. I understand where he’s coming from, but he was gonna kill me.” He states matter-of-factly, leaving you in shock.